Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Ah, Mr. Heath, I have good news. The potion you needed has been brewed ahead of schedule." Snape saw Kane there, raised his eyebrows, took a bottle of gray potion from his pocket, and handed it to Kane.

After all, seeing him here is convenient; there's no need to wait for a specific time or send him via courier.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Kane took the potion and left the office.

"What kind of potion is that? You know, as you get older, your eyesight doesn't improve," Dumbledore asked, driven by his curiosity about everything.

"It is clear that Mr. Heath obtained the token of the spider's nest from Hagrid, but he did not realize the possible relationship between the spider and Hagrid. Now, in order to erase the wrongdoings he has committed, he is using even crueler deception in the name of friendship."

Surprisingly, Snape didn't use a derogatory tone this time; he simply stated the facts in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Ah, someone who can brew their own amnesia potion certainly has guts," Dumbledore said with a smile, ever since he was dissed by Snape over the crystal ball and had been wanting to get revenge.

Unlike the warm and lively debate in the principal's office, Kane was curled up inside the large hat of the spirit particle decomposer, reading a book. He felt that this increased his learning efficiency to a terrifying degree.

At this moment, Harry and Ron saw him as someone who could be sent to a mental hospital.

"Halloween is in two days. Pushing Kane out like this will surely get us a lot of candy," Ron remarked, watching the scene unfold.

Harry nodded, then shook his head. After all, he had never gone trick-or-treating on Halloween while living with the Dursleys, though Dudley did every year.

However, unlike other children who would cause trouble if they weren't given candy, Dudley wouldn't stop causing trouble unless he was given candy...

God knows why someone like this is considered a good boy/girl in the eyes of his aunt and uncle.

Kane, sitting in his hat, glanced at Harry and Ron, two mere mortals, then picked up another book. Just as Harry and Ron were being pressured, he had already finished reading it.

In short...boring mortals,

evening.........

After finishing their meal in the Great Hall, Harry, carrying the takeout food, and Ron tapped the large hat of the Spirit Particle Decomposer.

Kane, now inside the hat, has finally thoroughly understood the last book on Quirrell's reading list. It's time for him to venture into the Forbidden Forest and try out his new magic.

When Kane climbed out of the hat, he thought he was now a ruthless wizard. He planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to kill some spiders, erase some memories, stockpile some materials, and then get some sleep.

Then, after the house-elf's cooking was stuffed into his mouth, he was instantly delighted, and all his goodness and humanity returned. What more could he say? The plan to slaughter the spiders...

Although I still feel bad for Hagrid... I'll say it again.

He couldn't act impulsively. He had also learned from the professors that the only one with a deep bond with Hagrid was the spider leader Aragog. As for the other spiders? They were just contributing to the ecological security of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry and Ron watched Kane, whose expression could change ten or more times during a meal... This time, they didn't even make eye contact; they were used to it by now.

Late at night, the Forbidden Forest spider nest welcomed its most stern father.

Kane quickly recalled the route he had taken with the little spider last time and found Aragog once again.

However, before Aragog could even utter a sound, and before its offspring could even launch an attack on Kane, Kane simply waved his wand, and the little spiders fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.

He first poured the amnesia potion Snape had concocted into Aragog's mouth. According to Snape, this potion could erase all memories from the past month. Then came the usual process of collecting materials.

Lots of spider webs, spider glands, monster meat, followed by some ordinary materials like wood, grass, stones, and reeds. When he had collected almost everything, he was about to leave the Forbidden Forest and return to the castle.

"Oh... what a lucky day! What a stroke of good fortune!"

Kane also gave a bitter smile.

“Who can argue with that, Professor Quirrell?”

Chapter 51 Quirrell: You're actually a pretty nice person.

"So you, you're... taking a night stroll?" Quirrell looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, then glanced at Kane's two pockets full of spider silk.

“Oh, one, a little wizard not only went out at night, but also, he went to the spider's nest. That's too dangerous. You don't want Professor McGonagall to know.”

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I'm guilty, I'll go back and confess to Professor McGonagall right away." Kane looked like he'd eaten shit and tried to walk past Quirrell. After what happened during the day, Quirrell was now a complete freak in his eyes.

He would rather touch Quirrell's wand than Quirrell's garlic-pickled claws.

"Wait, I... I didn't mean that. I was too hasty during the day. I... I've never had a junior wizard come to me on my own initiative, you know that. I can keep your secret," Quirrell quickly added as he saw Kane about to take a detour.

Kane shook his head: "No, I'll turn myself in right now. Goodbye."

"Perhaps, perhaps we can make a deal. I need your hypnotic instrument. What do you need?"

Kane suddenly stopped walking and turned back to look at Quirrell: "Do you have any gems? Rubies, sapphires, amethysts?"

Quirrell immediately nodded. Compared to disguising himself as a man in black and spending a lot of money to buy dragon eggs to extract information from Hagrid, the instrument in Kane's possession that could hypnotize creatures was much more cost-effective.

“Baby, I don’t have any gems, but I can give you Galleons. You can go to Gringotts and buy them yourself.”

As he spoke, Quirrell actually pulled a heavy little bag out of his pocket and handed it to Kane.

Kane, who was originally calm, collected and cold-faced, looked at the extremely heavy bag. Although he desperately wanted to keep his cheekbones flat, he couldn't hold back in the end.

"You...you're forcing me to make a mistake." Kane's lips twitched as he approached Quirrell, took the bag of Galleons, opened it, and glanced inside. The bag was full of glittering Galleons, probably worth at least three digits.

He quickly stuffed the bag into his pocket: "Um, how many times do you plan to use the panpipes? The panpipes are that hypnotic instrument."

"Several times?" Quirrell was somewhat shocked by Kane's filth and rotten heart. It turned out that after he gave away two hundred Galleons, it wasn't a purchase, but a rental?

Kane knew what Quirrell was thinking from his pained expression and explained, "Panpipes are disposable, and it's troublesome to increase the number of uses of a disposable item."

Quirrell then realized that he hadn't been at a disadvantage by spending a lot of money to rent the panpipes; rather, Kane was offering to upgrade the number of times the panpipes could be used.

"You, you're still, you're actually doing quite well." Quirrell's face was flushed, whether from excitement or blood rushing to his head.

"There's nothing I can do, I've always been a kind-hearted person, so how many times will you need to use it?" Kane asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Two, two times will be fine." Quirrell suggested a conservative number of times, which would not put Kane in a difficult position, but would also give himself a chance to experiment.

"It will be delivered to your office tomorrow," Kane said, then left without looking back.

He even had a ridiculous idea that Professor Quirrell was a decent person in real life.

Kane played his panpipes all the way back to his dorm from the Forbidden Forest, managing to reduce the number of times he could play the panpipes from ten to only two.

After sleeping soundly until the next day, I am now truly free of worries. All I need to do is go to Dumbledore's office after dinner to inform him about selling the panpipes.

At this time, Harry and Ron also started brushing their teeth and washing their faces. After the three of them arrived at the Great Hall, they saw the professors and Hagrid piling up all sorts of packages in a corner of the Great Hall, which seemed to be preparations for the Halloween dinner.

Soon after breakfast, Kane knocked on Dumbledore's office door. Before he could even sit down, he heard Dumbledore's teasing voice.

"How did things go last night?"

"It's alright, I'll treat you to mille-feuille another day." Kane said, automatically omitting the words "monster meat" before "mille-feuille," and then got down to business: "Yesterday I sold Professor Quirrell a panpipe that could still be used twice, and I thought it was necessary to let you know in advance."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "You did the right thing for Kane. So how is the panpipe? I think I need to experience it for myself."

"Try it yourself." Kane took out his wand and waved it. The sound of the panpipes flowed eerily into Dumbledore's ears from all directions, just like the last time Kane ate the mandrake.

Fortunately, he slept well last night and was also intentionally resisting, so he only dozed off for a moment before returning to normal: "Oh, how much did you sell it for?"

"Two hundred Galleons."

Dumbledore shook his head: "A loss. Is there anything else?"

Kane was waiting for this very sentence: "Do you have a reliable source for purchasing gems? Preferably amethysts, with a budget of 200 Galleons."

“Of course, here is Gringotts’ owl email address.” Dumbledore said, writing down an address on the parchment. “Tell them what kind of gem you need, its size, weight, quality, and budget, and they will give you a quote.”

"Although they are slightly greedy, they are indeed professional, so don't worry about them treating you differently just because you are a child."

Kane took the parchment and shrugged. "Thanks. If there's any left, I'll treat you to ice cream."

"What if there's nothing left?" Dumbledore asked again, seeing Kane had already left most of the office.

"I'll treat you to a mille-feuille," Kane said, gently closing the door behind him.

After leaving the principal's office, he went straight to Quirrell's office. He opened the door but didn't even step inside. He used levitation to deliver the panpipes to Quirrell and then closed the door and said goodbye.

Then I saw Hermione walking over from not far away.

"Hello," Kane greeted her and headed to the library to write a letter, but Hermione hesitated for a moment before calling out to Kane, "What were you doing in Professor Quirrell's office just now?"

"I was delivering something. Are you here to see him too?" Kane said, glancing at Hermione who was already standing at Quirrell's door. He still felt he should act like a human being: "My personal advice is to stay away from Professor Quirrell. He... has a bit of a weirdo vibe."

Hermione looked at Kane, who seemed to have just come out of Professor Quirrell's office, and felt that his words were not very convincing.

"Well, what were you doing in his office just now?" Hermione asked, arms crossed.

“If you had arrived ten seconds earlier, you would have seen that I wouldn’t have dared to even enter his office.” Kane said, as if afraid Hermione wouldn’t believe him, and casually pulled out a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

Could you please not pull out so many Gallon at once like you're picking sunflower seeds? It's terrifying!

Hermione was inwardly condemning this scene, but seeing that Kane had gone to such lengths...

Listen to the advice, you really have to listen to the advice. The Celestial Dragons' inside information is definitely much wider than yours. What if Professor Quirrell really is some kind of monster?

In an instant, she smoothly changed her course, from asking Professor Quirrell about swamp magic to asking someone else about swamp magic.

"So do you have time later?" Hermione looked at Kane with her eyes crinkling, perfectly embodying the motto of taking advantage of others.

Kane: ? ? ?

Chapter 52 Hogwarts is in turmoil?

In the library, Kane was writing something on paper with a quill pen, while in front of him was a reference book on gems. Hermione, who was sitting to the side waiting for Kane's lecture, almost had her heart shattered when she accidentally glanced at it.

In the corner of the book, a piece of jade the size of a fingernail costs ten Galleons, and none of the mainstream gemstones with large layouts cost less than three digits in Galleons.

A purple gemstone the size of half a palm costs a full 150 Galleons...

As expected of a Celestial Dragon, after taking the Gallon from the poor professor, he used it to buy these luxury gems...

Hmm, Gringotts really doesn't rip off poor wizards.

Hermione looked at the appalling prices listed in the book and sighed softly.

Meanwhile, Kane finally finished writing the letter to Gringotts. He folded it up, summoned a bird with a summoning spell, and had the bird carry the letter to Hugin, who then delivered it to Gringotts.

To be honest, whether the gems bought from Gringotts can be used to make a Shadow Manipulator remains to be seen after testing, since weight is a factor in this regard.

For example, the gold nugget needed to make a scientific machine requires a fist-sized amount of gold. More doesn't matter, but if it's less, even just one gram, the Shadow Erosion won't succeed, and the scientific machine can't be made.

He was begging for the amethyst to be at least slightly off the mark!

After praying for all this, he looked at Hermione again. To be honest, when he told Hermione to stay away from Quirrell, he should have changed his words. He shouldn't have called Professor Quirrell a scumbag, but should have told Hermione to find other professors, such as Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick, instead of telling her to find Professor Kane at the drop of a hat, which was a headache.

Fortunately, Hermione still had exceptional emotional intelligence. Instead of letting Kane teach her for free, she lent him her Transfiguration notes, which she had copied from a second-year Ravenclaw student, in exchange.

After casually stuffing the notes into his pocket, Kane cleared his throat. It was time to show off the skills he had learned while cosplaying as a rabbit inside the Spirit Particle Decomposer hat.